You'll never EAT alone...

While Liverpool fans chant their support to their football team, others let their stomach sing the anthem of their beloved Alps... "Grrrrrrmblllll".
But, just like with Ulysses' sirens, if you listen to your belly's refrain, you may end up in hazardous areas. So, attached to the mast of my ship, the Weight Watcher's, I resisted the call of this enchanting dish when I sailed by Hammersmith Sunday market...
And as the exiled king, I triumphed again from the Gods (as I wrote it here already, Tartiflette is indeed truly divine) and passed my way. And so on goes the Odyssey. Or shall I call it the Odietsey?

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